Intro
Hello....
My name is Jade Storm...
I am 17..
My mother is dead. She died when I was 10, and she left me to live with my horrible father.
He's the one that sent her six feet under in the first place, and now I am forced to live with him.
I am forced to wake up each morning to the sound of his angry voice, and I am forced to look at the mirror and into a face that used to be so happy. Now, all I can see is my broken soul through my sad eyes.
I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself. My small figure looking even smaller in my skin tight, black skinny jeans, and my white shirt with the black stars. My converse shoes are double-knotted; you never know when you may have to run.
My hair as black as night, my eyes covered with dark make up, and snakebite piercings on my lower lip.
I look at myself, look deep into my eyes. The pain and the heartache so clearly there. I can't stand to look at the pain anymore, I turn and walk out of my bedroom door, and into a world full of angry screams
Chapter One
I walked into the kitchen, completely aware that my father was screaming my name. I went to the counter, grabbed an orange and ran for the door.
His angry screams are cut off once I shut the door.
I was running late for school, and I really didn't want my father to run outside and scream at me for not going to him, so I started to run.
I put all the energy I had into running. the way my muscles moved under my skin felt amazing. The street was quiet, I could hear every time my feet would hit the ground.
I ran around corners, down alleys, past staring people.
I ran all the way to my school, 15 blocks.
By the time I reached my school, I was out of breath. I leaned up against the wall, and hunched over, taking in deep, long breaths.
The bell rang then, I sighed, stood up and walked to class
Chapter Two
I slowly walked through the hallways, avoiding people eyes and dirty looks.
No one at this school understood me, and no one ever wanted to try to get to know me. They usually left me alone, some days they would pick on me, and other days they would just stare and try to kill me with their eyes.
I finally reached my classroom, just as the late bell rung.
"Ms. Storm, you barley made it today, please try and get here on time." my teacher, Mr. Salazar said.
"Yes, Mr. Salazar. I'm sorry."
"You are always sorry, please just go sit down." he turned towards the blackboard.
I turned on my heel and started walking to my desk, but suddenly stopped. There was already someone in my seat. I narrowed my eyes and walked up the figure hunched over in my seat.
"Excuse me." I said, but the person didn't move.
"HELLO !" I leaned forward and yelled in the persons ear.
The figure shot up and big green eyes stared at me, shocked.
"Your in my seat." I said, my voice quiet now.
I couldn't help it, the figure with the big green eyes was a boy, a drop dead gorgeous boy, and I yelled at him ! Screamed in his ear! I was so embarrassed. I could feel my face heat up, and knew that it was turning a light shade of pink. I quickly looked away and started to walk to an empty seat, mumbling, "Sorry, never mind." as I walked away.
I could feel eyes on me. I looked up and saw that everyone in the class was quiet, their eyes glued to the crazy emo girl. I sighed, and sat in the back corner.
The gorgeous boy sat back down, but he was staring at me. His big green eyes seeming to stare straight into my soul. I shivered, and looked down at my hands resting on top of the desk.
My eyes stayed glued on my hand until the bell rang.
Chapter Three
I quickly got up from my seat and started to walk out of the class, keeping my eyes glued to the floor. Then, I felt a tug on my arm. I turned and saw the gorgeous, green eyed boy standing there, staring at me.
"What do you want?" I asked, quickly looking away from his intense gaze.
"Was that your seat?" he asked, his voice was as smooth as silk, and it struck a cord deep down in me that I never knew I had.
"Yeah, so what?" I asked.
"Well, I'm sorry that I was sitting in it...and I'm sorry that I didn't hear you the first time...I guess I deserved to get yelled at."
I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, his lips were pulled back into an amazing smile that made my knees shake and my heart race.
"It's fine. Whatever. I liked the corner seat better anyway." Why am I acting so childish ?! I screamed in my head.
"Okay. Well, tomorrow, you can have your seat back." he smiled and stared to walk away. he suddenly stopped and turned back to me, "My name is Alex Rain, by the way." he smiled, waiting for my name.
"Jade Storm."
"Rain and Storm." he's smile grew even bigger, and became even more amazing. "It's nice to meet you, Jade." and then he was gone. Walking quickly down the hall, in and out of groups of people. His amazing figure quickly disappearing.
As I stood there, looking idiotic, I realized the he must have been new. Then a wave of guilt crashed down on me. He was new, and he didn't know that he was sitting in my seat and I yelled at him. I yelled at the gorgeous new kid.
It came to me then, I had to find him. I had to find Alex Rain, and I had to apologize.
I nodded to myself, then walked after him
Chapter Four
After walking for what felt like forever, I finally found him. He was leaning against the wall, staring off into the distance, in a world of his own. I looked round and found that we were alone. I nodded to myself, took a deep breath and then closed the distance between us.
I stood besides him and looked up at his gorgeous face, but he didn't seem to notice, so I lightly tapped his shoulder.
He looked down and shock filled his eyes, "Jade Storm?" he asked.
"Yeah. Um, I wanted to apologize for what I did in class."
"You don't have to."
"Just let me do this. Please. Listen, I am sorry. I didn't realize that you were new. I wasn't thinking. You probably think that I am a bxtch and I don't blame you. I yelled at you for something that you didn't know you did wrong. I mean, you didn't do anything wrong. And, man, I must have embarrassed you in front of that class. I'm used to them thinking I'm the crazy emo girl, so I don't care if I made a fool out of myself. But, I must have made you feel bad. I had a rough morning and I guess I took it out on you. Now, I'm rambling. Ugh, I am sorry." I finished with a shrug and looked down at my converse.
"Jade, don't."
"No, I am really sorry."
"Okay, I listened to you, now can you please listen to me?" He asked.
I looked up at him and nodded.
"Okay. Listen, I'm sorry that I was sitting in your seat. I'm new, as you have figured out, and I didn't know. You didn't embarrass me, I'm used to it actually. At all of my schools I was known as the loner emo kid. I only have a few friends. I am sorry that you had a rough morning. I am here for you if you want to talk. I mean, I'm sure thats kinda weird to say because we just met and everything, but I want you to know that I am here. And, please, don't be sorry. okay? Oh, now I'm rambling. Sorry." he looked at the wall.
I tapped on his shoulder and he looked down at me.
"It looks like we are in the same emo boat." I giggled.
"Yeah, I guess so." He said. A smile stretched across his face and awoke the butterflies in my stomach. his smile made my heart race faster and faster and made my palms get sweaty. I quickly looked away and tried to get control over myself. I never got like this around guys. I usually was cool, and collected. I never got sweaty !
Just then, the late bell rang. I looked up at Alex and he was still smiling.
"Um, we should be getting to class." I said.
"Go ahead." he shrugged.
"Aren't you going to go to class?" I asked.
He ran his hand through his hair and smiled at me, "Nah. I think I'm going to ditch this period. You are more than welcome to join me.
"Ditch? But, it's your first day. You can't ditch class on your first day of school."
"Why not?" he raised his left eyebrow and cocked his head.
"I. Don't. Know." I shook my head and looked up into his big green eyes.
"So, are you going to join me?"
I turned my head and looked down the empty hallway. Part of me was hoping to see a teacher who would make us get to class, but the other half was ready to take his hand and run off with him. To ditch this hateful school, to cut my awful class, and to hang out with this gorgeous boy.
I sighed, looked up at him and nodded, "Yeah. I'll join you."
"Great!" a big grin appeared on his beautiful face. Then he turned on his heel and started to walk to the double doors leading us into the outside world.
He didn't even glance over his shoulder as he pushed open the door. I guess he knew that I would be following him. That or he just didn't care if I was following him or if I chickened out and turned the other way.
I walked behind him for a while, then I picked up my pace and fell into step with him.
"So, where are we going?" I asked, looking up at him.
"The park, I guess." he looked at me from under his long lashes and goose bumps spread over my body.
I quickly looked away and heard his soft chuckle, I kept my eyes focused on the sidewalk in front of us.
We walked up to the local park that was a few blocks away from our school. There were tons of trees so the park was nice and cool.
Alex grabbed my hand and led me to the empty playground. He led me past the money bars, past the large and small slides. We walked up to the swings, and he pointed, "Sit." he said.
I sat.
He came around behind me and began to push me. The wind blew my long black hair off my shoulders. Every time his hands would meet my back and gently push my heart would pick up its sped and my back would tingle.
He then stopped me and came around the to stand in front of me. He looked past me, into the tall trees. I could tell he was thinking, but I could read nothing in his face.
Suddenly he looked down at me, "Jade. You have a lot of bruises and cuts." he said.
I quickly looked away from him and got off of the swing. I started to walk away but he ran after me. "Jade, wait. I didn't mean to upset you, honestly. It's just that when we were at school, when I tugged on your arm, I saw cuts there. And when we were in the hall, and you looking don at your shoes, I saw cuts on your other arm. And right now, when I was pushing you and the wind blew the hair off your shoulders, I saw bruises on your neck that your hair hide pretty well. That's why I stopped pushing you. They made me....upset." he looked deep into my eyes.
"It's nothing, Alex." I shrugged and looked at the trees.
"You don't want to talk about it. I get it, and I understand. You don't know me and you really have no reason to trust me yet. I just want you to know that I am here for you." he said.
"Yeah, I know, you told me in the hall." I said, still not looking at him.
"Yeah, and I mean it. Look." he said.
I looked at him and he held his arm out. I saw a lot of little cut up and down his arms. I looked up at him and tears filled my eyes.
"Why do you do that?"
"Why do you, Jade?"
I shook my head.
"Exactly. It must be pretty bad for a gorgeous girl like you to cut. And it's pretty bad for me too. I'll tell you when your ready to tell me. It's not a pretty story though, so when you do decided to tell me, make sure that you are actually ready. Ready to share your secret, and ready to hear mine." he said.
My eyes were glued to his. I felt him staring into my eyes, then I got the feeling that he was staring into my broken soul. I quickly looked away and started to walk to a near by bench.
I sat on the bench and Alex sat next to me. It was quiet for a while, then Alex began to sing Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
I looked up at him and he was staring into the distance, the words coming beautifully and quietly out of him mouth. He was singing the words so quietly that I had to strain to hear them. But no matter how quietly he sang I could tell that his voice was amazing.
We sat there, him singing, me listening and watching, for what felt like hours. The he stopped and looked at me. Curiosity took over his face for a quick second, as if he had totally forgotten that I was with him. Then his face was back to normal and he was smiling.
"You have an amazing voice." I blurted and blushed a little.
He blushed too, "Nah."
"You really do." I smiled and he smiled back.
Again, I was sucked into his beautiful green eyes. I couldn't look away, I was staring into the depths of his amazing eyes, into his beautiful soul. Then I quickly looked away. If I was looking into his soul, then surely he was looking into my broken soul. I shook my head and looked down at my hands, folded on my lap.
"Whats wrong Jade?" he asked.
"Nothing."
"Every time I look into your amazing eyes, you look away. I never get to really see the colors in them." his voice sounded a little sad.
"Its really nothing, Alex." I shrugged.
"We should get going. I think school is about to get out." he said.
"Right. School is almost over. I have to go home." I sighed and stood up.
"You don't want to go home." he stated.
I didn't say anything.
He stood and then we began to walk back towards the school.
Chapter Five
Alex walked me to the school, then said he had to get home right after school or else he would get into trouble. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and then he walked away, leaving me standing there, staring after him.
I turned and started to walk home. I knew that I should walk fast or else my father was going to be pretty upset with me. But, I didn't care. I didn't want to go home to him. I didn't want Him to yell at me for this morning. I didn't want to go have to go to my room, sit on my floor and hurt myself to erase the pain of him hurting me. I didn't want to! But, I knew that I had to go home. I knew that he was going to yell and hurt me, and I knew that after wards I was going to hurt myself. I t was an every day thing. A thing that has happened since I was 10. Well, I started hurting myself when my soul was completely broken, at the young age of 14.
After my mother died, my soul began to break slowly. It broke more and more everyday. Then I reached the point of no return. I reached the point where my soul shattered into a million pieces. I reached the point where my soul could no longer be fixed. Thats when the pain my father did to me started to hurt even worse after he was finished. Thats when I had to cause pain to myself just to stop the sting from his pain.
I slowly walked up to the front porch. I looked at our crappy house, and quietly opened the front door. It squeaked and I cringed. I tried to shut it as quiet as I possibly could and walk quickly to my room, but half way down the hall, I heard my name.
"Jade." My father slurred.
I turned and looked at him. He was swaying on his feet, his eyes were red and he was holding a beer in his right hand.
"Jade. Why didn't you come in this morning and talk to me?" he yelled.
"I was late for school, dad." I said, refusing to show him the fear I truly had.
"School! Where you late?" he yelled.
"No. I made it. I had to run. But, I made it."
"You better have made it. Now, do you know what time it is? It's dinner time. Get your skinny a$s into that kitchen and make me some dinner!"
"Make it yourself." I mumbled, turning and walking to my room.
"What did you just say?" he said.
"Nothing."
Then something hit the back of my head. I stumbled and held onto the wall for support. I put my hand to the back of my head and looked down at the ground. His open beer can was laying at my feet, spilling. Its aroma filling the air.
I looked up at him and he was walking up to me. He grabbed me by my hair and looked into my eye,s "I said to make me dinner."
"Why do you always do this?!" I yelled.
"Shut up!"
"No! I need to understand this! Ever since mom died, you have been taking out your pain and anger at me! It's not my fault that she is dead! Its your fault! I hate you! I hate you ! I HATE YOU! Leave me alone!" I screamed.
His grip in my hair tightened and he threw me against the wall. I slid down to the floor and stared up at him. I held in the tears that were threatening to escape. I would not show this man the pain he caused me.
He grunted, kicked the beer can at me then walked to the living room.
I slowly got to my feet and walked to my room. leaning against the wall the whole way.
I slowly opened my bedroom door and walked it, I shut and locked it behind me.
I walked over to my bed side table, opened the top drawer and grabbed my blade. I sat on the floor and began to slowly slide it across my skin.
After a few minutes, I sat against the wall and cried. I cried out all the pain my father caused and I cried out the pain that I caused. I cried for my dead mother. I cried for my old life. I cried until the tears just wouldn't come anymore.
I got up and went to the bathroom to wrap my arm.
I looked into the mirror at my sad face, black eyeliner streaked down my cheeks. I stared into my hazel eyes and I could see my broken soul. Just the shadow of what it used to be. Just barley hanging on by one last shard. And someday soon that shard will fall and my soul will be gone forever. The day that shard falls is the day that I will leave this planet.
I grabbed a washcloth, wet it and started to scrub off my eyeliner. But ended up giving up.
I turned on the shower, stripped off my clothes, then stepped into the warm embrace of my shower.
Once I got out, I wrapped my large towel around my body and quickly went to my room, locking the door behind me.
I slipped into a pair of sweats and a black tank top. I brushed my hair and put it into a high messy pony. Then, I sat on my bed, pulled my legs to my chest and wrapped my arms around them.
Then, I let my mind wander to Alex. I thought about his beautiful, big green eyes. I thought about the way he makes me feel when he smiles. Then, I thought about the cuts on his arms. That thought made me look down at my own arms. I looked at the scars and the new cuts.
I wondered if what Alex goes through was anything at all like what I go through everyday. That thought sent a wave of anger through me. Suddenly I wanted to jump up, find Alex and save him. I wanted to save his soul before it could be as broken as mine. When I look into his eyes, I can see his soul. His soul is beautiful and all together. But, if he's going through what I am going through, then his soul will begin to break. I could not let that happen to him. I had to save him.
I jumped to my feet, grabbed a jacket, then climbed out of my window.
I started to walk down the street, only half realizing that I have no clue where Alex lives, and that I have no clue how to find him.
Chapter Six
I walked and walked down the dark streets. My mind was all over the place. It was like one second I would think something and then the next second I would think of something completley different. I didn't even realize where I was walking. I was just letting my feet pull me while my mind wandered.
When I finally realized that my feet had stopped moving, I looked up and saw that I was standing at the park near my school. I looked around and saw a familiar figure sitting in the shadows.
I didn't want to walk through the dark park up to someone that I might not even know. But, my legs had a mind of their own. They made me walk through the dark park. Past the empty monkey bars, slides, swings and up to the bench that just a few hours ago I was sitting on.
Once I was close, I could see who the figure was. It was Alex. I could see that he was sitting on cross legged on the bench, his arm was resting on his knee, and I could see a dark liquid coming from it.
My heart began to race and ran the rest of the distance to him.
"Alex!" I said once I reached him.
He looked up, shocked, "Jade?"
"Yeah! Alex, what are you doing?" I asked. I grabbed his arm and saw the blood.
Alex was in shock. He didn;t move or anything. He just stared at me. His big eyes looking dark and mysterious as his hair shadowed them.
"Alex, what the hell?" I said and sat next to him, still holding his arm.
I took off my jacket and pressed it to his cut, trying to put pressure on the cut to make it stop bleeding. It was a deep cut and blood was everywhere.
"Jade! You're going to ruin your jacket!" he saidm trying to pull his arm away.
"Stop it!" I screamed at him and he went still.
He looked at me, his eyes even bigger than usual. Then, he shrugged and looked out at the park.
"Alex." I said, but he kept staring at the park.
"Ugh, Alex! I'm sorry! I really am. I didn't mean to yell at you. And I shouldn't be mad that you did this. Look." I said.
He looked at me and I showed him my own arm.
Anger flashed in his eyes, "Jade. Why do you do this to your beautiful self?" he asked.
"Why do you, Alex?" I asked, getting a case of deja-vu.
"Your not ready to know." he looked away.
"Alex...I think I am ready." I said.
"You think you're ready? Are you ready to tell me why you hurt yourself? Are you ready to let me into your world? I can tell that you keep yourself closed off from the rest of the world. I didn't tell you this, but I have been going to our school for two months now, Jade. Today was just my first day in that class. I have been watching you. I know that sounds totally creppy and I don't mean it that way. Its just that I have noticed to. I noticed that you keep to youself. I noticed that you keep people from getting to close to you. You dont want anyone in your life. Are you scared? Is that why you dont want to let anyone in? If you say that you are ready to hear my story, then that means that you are ready to tell me why you hurt yourself, that you are ready to let someone into your life, that you are ready to feel something other than pain for the first time in a while! Are you ready for that, Jade?!" he yelled.
My mind went clear, tears filled my eyes. I blinked hard to keep them hidden, and I tried to figure out something to say. Alex's green eyes blazed at me, and slowly the fire died down in them.
He shook his head and grabbed my hand, "Jade, I am sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I didn't mean to." he said, his voice sounding close to tears.
Suddenly, words came to my mind and out of my mouth, "Alex. I am ready. I think that I am finally ready to tell my secret. I think think that I am fianlly ready to let someone in. I think that I am ready to feel something other than pain. Your right. I avoided people, and I am scared. I'm scared that if I let people get close, that they will all hurt me. I am so used to getting hurt, I avoid everything and everyone. I already have been hurt enough, and I really don't want to be hurt anymore." I said, the tears finally spilling over my eyes. I quickly looked away so that he wouldn't see.
"Jade, let me see you. I mean, let me really see you." he said.
I turned and looked at him, tears spilling down my cheeks.
"I'm broken, Alex. My soul is so broken! Can't you see it when you look into my eyes? Can't you see that its only hanging on my a shard? That's why I never like looking at you for too long. I hate the fact that if I can see your beautiufl soul through your eyes, then you can see my broken soul through my eyes. Don't you see it?" I asked, all of my walls crashing down around me. There was now nothing to protect me from getting hurt. I tried to get my walls back up, to hide my emotions, but I couldn't.
"Jade." Alex whispered. "I can tell that your soul is broken. I knew there was a reason why you wouldn't let me look into your eyes for very long. But, Jade, don't you see? Your soul may be broken, but it is still beautiful. It is still fixable. There isn't just one shard left, Jade. They are all there. They are just waiting for you to super glue them back together. Oh, Jade. You are not broken."
"You don't know that! You don't know what I go through. I AM broken, Alex! I am!"
"Then, tell me, Jade. Tell me what you go through. Let me in! Let me into your world, Jade." he said, "Please" he then whispered.
I looked at him, my eyes searching his face for some sign that he really didn't want to know, but coming up empty.
"My mother died when I was ten." I said, and looked down at his hand wrapped around mine.
He squezzed my hand, urging me to continue.
"My father was the reason that she died. He would beat her everyday. I would hear her screams late at night, but I would never go help her. Then, one day I came home and my mother was in the kitchen. She looked at me, and I knew that it was over. I knew that she had enough of everything. I was ten, but I could see everything that was going on inside her head so clearly. Then, she took her life. Right infront of me! My father came home and saw me crying over her lifeless body. Then he attacked me. He yelled at me and told me that I killed her. That it was all my fault and that he wished that I was never born. Ever since that day, my soul has been breaking. Everyday my father would hurt me, he would beat me and yell at me. But, I never showed him the pain or the fear that he caused. I held it all in. When I was 14, I couldn't handle holding in that pain anymore. So, I began to hurt myself. It helped me get rid of the pain the he caused, and afterwards I would cry. I would cry out all the pain that has ever happened to me. Those bruises you see on me, those are from my father, the cuts are from me." The last sentence came out as a whisper.
It was silent then. I looked up at Alex, and he was staring down at out intertwined fingers. His green eyes slowly made their way up to mine. Tears were spilling over his eyes, and he pulled me to him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. In his embrace I felt so safe. I let the tears fall freely, and the next thing I knew, we were clinging to each other and crying. We were crying out all of my pain.
After a few minutes, Alex pulled away and wiped my face.
"It's my turn now." he whispered.
Chapter Seven
I looked up at Alex, tears still wet on both of our cheeks. His green eyes were blazing with a passion that I have never seen before in anyones eyes.
"Jade. I killed my brother." he whispered, his eyes leaving mine.
"I killed him. It was my fault. I was at a party, and I was drinking and having fun with my friends. Well, I ended up getting really drunk. I was so stupid. I thought that I could drive home and make it there safely. Well, I was driving home, and I was blaring music in the car and I wasn't even paying attention. I guess my brother was outside waiting for me to come home because I promised him that when I got back I would play basketball with him. I didn't see him! I went around the corner too fast and I hit him. He died instantly. My little brother died that night and it was all because of me. That was only a year ago, when I was 16. My parents came out and saw me holding my little brothers limp body in arms. My mother screamed, I hear that scream every night in my nightmares. They ran up to us, my father grabbed my brother from my arms, and him and my mother ran into the house. I stumbled in after them, my father had set my brother on the couch, and was screaming on the phone with 911. My mother was stroking my brothers face, crying and repeating 'my baby, my baby' Once the ambulance came, they said that he was dead. My mother and my father busted into tears, and they fell into each others arms. The paramedic covered my brothers face with a white sheet, then he patted me on the back and said he'd give us a minute before taking my brother to the morgue." he stopped and wiped at his face.
"My mother then realized that I was in the room. 'You're drunk!' she yelled, 'You killed your brother!' she screamed. She threw things at me, she told me that she hated me. My father was trying to control her, but he wouldn't meet my eyes. Ever since that night, my mother still doesn't talk to me and my father still can't look me in the eyes. Ever since that night I've hurt myself. I want to die. I want to leave this world. I want to give my life for my brothers. He deserves to be here, I don't." tears were streaming down his face.
"Alex. I am so sorry." I said.
"Now you know. You know why I am like I am. You know everything, Jade."
"And you know everything about me. I let you in, Alex, and you let me in."
"Jade, I have nightmares every night. That night replays in my mind every night for the past year. I want it to stop!" he cried.
"Alex, come to my house. Stay with me tonight. Maybe you can keep my nightmares away, and maybe I can keep yours away. Maybe we can be each others wonderwalls?" I said, my voice barley above a whisper.
His eyes stared into mine, "I want you to be my wonderwall." he said and then nodded.
Chapter Eight
I got up and took Alex by the hand, "Come on."
He nodded and let me pull him to his feet.
He kept hold of my hand as we walked, and I would catch him looking at me.
"Okay, when we get to my house, you have to be really quiet. If my dad finds out that you are there, not only would be hurt me, but he'd probably try to kill you. and I don't want him to kill you." I said, looking down at the street.
"Okay. And, if he does somehow find out that I am there, I will not let him hurt you, Jade. I promise. I will never let anyone hurt you ever again."
I looked up at him, the moon lighting up his gorgeous face.
"You can't promise me that. That's too big of a promise for anyone to make. You can't." I said.
"Jade, trust me. Please. I can keep this promise." He squeezed my hand.
"Why? Why do you want to keep me from getting hurt? Why do you care?"
"Jade, you let me in. You let down your walls and let me enter your world. I know who you are. I want to save your soul. Please. Let me."
"You can try." I shrugged.
"No, Jade, I will. I will save your soul. I promise you."
He pulled me close to him then, his face inches form mine. Then, before I knew what was happening, his lips touched mine.
The moment that his soft lips made contact with mine, my knees went weak. We reached for each other and held on tight, our lips never leaving.
He held me close to his body, our hearts beat as one, our souls became one, we became one.
In those few seconds it felt like we were kissing for months, and I never wanted it to stop. I never wanted him to pull away. I never wanted him to go away. I wanted to stay this way forever. Alex and Jade as one.
It felt as if our minds were mingling, I wanted to feel more of it, so I pushed my mind. I didn't even realize that I was doing it. Then, suddenly, it was as if our minds connected. I then knew and felt everything that Alex has experienced in his lifetime. I felt the pain he felt when his brother died, I felt the pain that he felt when his parents blamed him. It was so horrible, but actually feeling his pain made us so much closer. And I knew that at that moment he was inside my mind, he was feeling how it felt when my mother took her life, and how it felt every time my father hurt me and I hurt myself. We were closer than ever now, and nothing could ever take that away from us.
After what seemed like years, we pulled apart. We were sitting on the ground, holding each other impossible close.
I looked up into his big green eyes, and he stared down into mine, "Your not broken." he whispered.
"Thank you, Alex."
Alex stood and helped me to my feet, and then we started to walk to my house.
The walk seemed to take forever and my stomach was in knots the whole time. I was afraid that my father would catch us and try to hurt Alex. What would I do if he did ? I'd protect Alex, the only way I can. By making my father hurt me instead.
The plan was burned into my mind, if we were to be caught, I would not allow Alex to be hurt.
My grip on Alex's hand tightened once my house came into view. He returned the pressure and smiled at me. That smile made all my fears and worries disappear.
We walked up to my house, and climbed through my open window, being as quiet as possible. After we were in, I turned on the light by my bed and let him look around.
He turned to me and smiled, "Your room is amazing."
"My room is pretty much like my personality." I said.
"Exactly." he smiled, then yawned.
"Right, bed." I said, as started to walk to my closet. I then stopped and looked over at Alex, "Is it okay if I change into my pajamas? Just don't look." I said.
He nodded and turned away.
I quickly changed into shorts and a tank top, then walked to the bed.
I let him slide in first, I then turned off the light and laid down next to him. I felt his arms go around my body and he pulled me closer to him.
"Goodnight." he whispered.
"Goodnight, I sure do hope we do not have any nightmares tonight."
"We won't."
"Okay."
I closed my eyes and fell fast asleep.
There was a loud BANG in the middle of the night, Alex and I sat up quickly and looked at each other.
"My dad's home." I whispered.
Chapter Nine
"My dad's home." I whispered.
Alex looked at me, his face was filled with calm, "It's going to be okay." he said, and the next second my father busted through the door.
He flipped on the light switch and looked at us.
"What is going on here ?" he yelled.
"Dad, it's nothing. He was just spending the night." I said, trying to talk as calm as Alex looked.
"Get out of that bed you w***e !" my dad yelled.
I then felt the bed move and looked over at Alex. He had jumped up, took two steps on the bed, jumped off and landed right in front of my father.
My father stumbled backwards a little, but regained his balance and stared at Alex.
"What the hell do you want ? Get out of my house !"
"No." Alex said, "Not without, Jade."
"Jade is not going anywhere. Leave. Now." His face was starting to turn red.
Alex shrugged and walked back to the bed, grabbed my hand, smiled, and gently pulled me to my feet.
"If you want me to leave, then I am taking Jade with me."
"No you are not. Jade, get your a$$ here right now!" he yelled.
I looked up at Alex, his green eyes were staring into mine, giving me the strength I needed.
I looked at me dad, "No." I said.
I saw the shock in his face, but it was gone as fast as it appeared.
He stared to run up to me, but Alex quickly moved me behind his back and blocked the way. My father swung and his fist made contact with Alex's jaw. Alex just stood there and looked at my father, he looked behind at me, his eyes seemed to be asking me something.
"Hit him." I whispered, and he nodded.
Alex hit my father in the face with his left fist and in the stomach with his right hand.
My father stumbled a little and Alex moved with him, and kept punching him. Finally, my father was against the wall, his face was bleeding and he was bent over, holding his stomach.
"Don't you ever put a finger on her again. The next time you do, I will kill you." he said to my father, then turned and walked to me.
He held out his hand to me and his face looked very guilty.
I took hold of his hand, and we walked past my father, through the house, and out the front door.
We walked a little bit, then stopped. I looked up at Alex and he was looking at the ground.
"Alex?"
"I'm sorry, Jade."
"For what ?"
"For what? I hit your father." he said.
"Alex, I told you too."
"I know, but I shouldn't have done that."
"It doesn't matter. Where are we going to go now?" I asked.
"We can go to my house."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah." he said and I nodded.
Alex lived only a few blocks away from my house. He lived in a really nice two-story home. We went right through the front door and up the stairs. His door was the last one in the hall. He grabbed his keys and unlocked the door, then lead me in. He shut the door and locked it. A locked door didn't stop my father I though.
He turned on the light and I looked around. His room was pretty big. The walls were painted black, he had a king sized bed with a black blanket and purple pillowcases. He had a desk, a laptop, a stereo, a book shelf with tons of books, a plasma tv, three guitars, two electric and one acoustic, and he had his own bathroom.
"Wow, you're room is really nice." I said.
"Yeah,well, this is were I spend most of my time, so I really wanted it to be filled with the things that I love. I am reading or playing the guitar the most in here." he smiled.
I yawed and gave him an apologetic smile.
"Come on, lets get to bed." he said.
I nodded and walked over to his bed. He turned off the light, and then came and laid next to me.
He wrapped his arms around me and held on tight, "Goodnight, again." He said.
"Goodnight, again." I said back.